After checking into my room at Las Brisas, I asked the woman working at the desk which way I had to go to get there.
“Over there,” she said, pointing toward the parking lot, which lay right beyond the open and airy reception area.
“Where?”
“Wait over there. A tram will take you to your room.”
Alrighty then.
I suppose when an all-inclusive resort spreads over a whopping 50 acres, the most logical way to direct guests to their rooms is to drive them where they need to go. It’s a good thing I caught the tram, too, because my room was in the very last building on the property. The driver wound around the roads, which were open to resort vehicles only, so they were also friendly for anyone who preferred the walk.
You know those tropical destinations that tout miles upon miles of sand beaches? The ones where, in the photos, these long stretches of beaches are fringed with palm trees with beautiful blue water lapping up onto the shore.
On my first morning in Huatulco, 
